Hell In The Heartland Novels & Stories

12 months ago Italy Hell. A place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death. Well, that's how our holy scriptures describe it anyway. And if it's true in every sense, then Romero mansion could be one of the kernels of that sinful fire. Lola shuddered at her thoughts, gripping the rosemary hard between her bony fingers. With bloodshot eyes, she stared at the giant chandelier unblinking. Not once her moistened eyes dried. She tried her best to block the entire world and concentrate on the divine power that supports us in time when all doors are c

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

Thank you, Gaia for this gift. Four, exhale. With this gift, I give back to you. Five, inhale. With this gift, I give back to you. "Open your mind." I opened my eyes and placed my palm against Hellion's. I felt the familiar tugging of my spirit to merge with someone else's on contact. Hellion's spiritual landscape was a morass of throbbing black, not the grays I'd been told to expect. Nor was it a calm place. It beat almost like...a heart. I didn't know what Sasha could hear in here, but I needed to make sure to pass along whatever thoughts I had in real time, just in case.

The sound came first—a low hum that vibrated through the air, deep enough to make the ground tremble beneath their feet. Adrian felt it in his bones before he heard it. It wasn’t mechanical, not exactly. It was alive, layered with tones that seemed to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat. Around the plaza, the survivors stirred, their murmurs rising in confusion and awe. Lena looked up toward the skyline, her eyes wide. “It’s the Heart,” she whispered. The light in the towers began to shift, flickering from gold to silver, then to a pale blue that bathed the city in a surreal glow. For a moment, every glass surface reflected the same image—fragments of faces, memories, moments from people long

But she had been expecting an act immoral, or some kind of deranged and sadistic torture rig set up awaiting her where she would have to sit through a trial of watching a man get slaughtered in front of her eyes, but instead, she was witnessing the plight of a bunch of brain dead office workers who, if they were capable of typing in that very moment, would all be typing out, in unison, each and every letter inputted at the same time, 'kill me kill me kill me' over and over again. Both were hell, but they were both specifically different types of hell within their own rights: one was a hell that people were willing to go to with a smile on their face, and the other was the hell that forced th

Hell said and withdrew his dagger from Labret's chest. Hell walked away from him without looking back at him, Hell did feel any pity at him because even to his last words he never felt any regret in his action that he did to all those innocent people he killed. “Guys take your leave, now.” Trent said on their earpiece. Hell carried Heaven in his arms while Lucas got assistance from Seth who was also wounded. Chaos helped him guide him out when his eyes caught River sitting on the floor while tying a piece of cloth on his leg to stop from bleeding.

I didn’t want to bother myself with it at the moment, so I shoved it aside. “Enzo wants me. Since you guys closed his access to quick portals, so now you have to think of a plan. You owe me that,” Hazel said, and Halle scoffed. “I am letting you slide because we are related; if not, I’d teach you how to talk to an old witch.” I groaned inwardly because the both of them didn’t seem to ever be on good terms. “Where are you?” Halle asked. “The outlands. Wastelands. Place of skulls with the ancient writing,” Hazel said to her.

A lie immediately rose to the surface of his mind: But you belong to me. He ignored it. He moved forward, the world of the living vanishing behind him as Hell unfolded in a vast, terrible landscape. Jagged mountains clawed at the smoky sky. Rivers of molten stone pulsed between them. The air smelled of iron, sulphur, old blood, and something sweetly decayed, like flowers rotting in the heat. Heat shimmered across the horizon in wavering veils, warping distance; the closest ridges felt only a few strides away, yet he knew they were miles of blistered rock and broken souls from where he stood.

The windows, grimacing with broken glass, bore witness to the struggles endured within, their jagged edges reflecting shattered illusions of prosperity. Children played in the dirt-ridden alleyways, their laughter mingling with the faint echo of distant gunshots, creating a dissonant symphony of innocence and menace. It was in this juxtaposition that the true nature of Hell's Gaze revealed itself – a place where shadows danced with despair, their macabre waltz leading the residents deeper into the abyss.

Brianna said. “Well, where is it?” Elias asked and Brianna shook her head. I took a deep breath. I knew now what Caroline was talking about when she said I would have a reason to visit hell again. “I know where it is,” I said, and they both looked at me. “It’s in the land of the shattered souls.” THE END The Divine Order Series will Complete in Book 3 - The Gamma's Shattered Soul (Due for completion April 2024)